They are aware that I write, but they don't know that I get up on the streets. Right now, I have some homemade ink that's setting in my room, hidden. My stepfather says it's talentless art, but my mom could really care less.

My dad bought my first paint and took me to go do my first illegal piece. Lol an he takes me to the train yards an we walk the tracks and tak pics of the trains. Every now an then he'll put something up lol